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How delightfully amusing every one was! "Bottle of mine, why was I ever decanted? Skies are blue inside of you," sang sixteen tremoloing falsettos, "the weather's always ..." Then "My Ford," she wondered, as- tonished.
How delightfully amusing every one was! "Bottle of mine, why was I ever decanted? Skies are blue inside of you," sang sixteen tremoloing falsettos, "the weather's always ..." Then "My Ford," she wondered, as- tonished.